True Immortals Gather, the Great Expansion Tournament Begins!

"Junior Brother Wu is in seclusion. He probably won't make it."

Shen Mo explained.

"In seclusion?"

At those words, something stirred in Chen Jichuan's heart, but he asked no further questions.

He had a vague suspicion.

Among the East River Palace Lord's personal disciples, Shen Mo and Liu Hechuan were both chief disciples, outstanding by any measure. Meng Qing and Bu Yin were also True Disciples. They had reached the peak fourth rank and begun comprehending the Dao long ago, and both had passed the Fourteenth Peak, proving their considerable combat strength. Snow Valley, only twenty thousand years old, had already passed the Twelfth Peak and established a Dao academy outside, preparing to contend for a chief disciple's position.

Every one of them was exceptional.

Even Chen Jichuan and Shi Ze, who had joined recently, were already True Disciples.

But what about Wu Qi?

Of everyone in their lineage, he alone was not a True Disciple. One slow step led to another; his failure to become a True Disciple had left Wu Qi far behind his fellow disciples. He was four thousand years older than Snow Valley, yet he was still only in the early fourth realm and had barely passed the Tenth Peak.

They were all a True Immortal's personal disciples, yet the gulf between them was so vast.

Wu Qi had always liked cracking jokes and amusing his fellow disciples. Perhaps bitterness lurked beneath that humor.

Moreover, the East River Palace Lord cared deeply about his reputation. It was not necessarily that Wu Qi had no wish to attend this Great Expansion Tournament. Rather, he feared that attending as a True Immortal's personal disciple would disgrace his master, so he had simply shut his doors and entered seclusion.

Ah!

At the thought, Chen Jichuan could not help sighing